Despicable Days Chap 2 part 2Marvel couldn't take this anymore; he had to get away from his friend, just for a minute so he could collect his thoughts. As scary as the idea was he decided to head back in the kitchen and check up on Dante and Euryale.Despicable Days Chap 2 part 25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He really hadn't understood what Gru meant when he said his kids could take care of themselves until he walked back into the entrance way again.
Marvel's head spun at the sight. The little girl, Agnes, was sitting on Mr. Dante's lap, looking up at him with hopeful eyes and chatting away. Mr. Dante looked exasperated at his situation, but still he didn't remove her.
" And I want a stuffed unicorn, and a coloring book, and a house made out of gummy bears OH! And a real live unicorn! And umm umm "
Mr. Dante looked at his female partner in desperation. "Must I do this?"
Mrs. Euryale rubbed her temple. "This is much better than its incessant whining, now shut up and be Santa Clause for the little brat."
Disgruntled, the older man looked back dow
After The WarGeorge Weasley let out a sigh as he turned the key to lock the shop. Day by day it was getting harder for him to go to work alone. Each morning that he woke up to see the empty bed beside him, the loss of his twin set in a little more. The past few weeks were a blur to him, he was a walking corpse just going through the motions, yet the details of that horrible night were still etched in his mind.After The War8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He stumbled through the crowd, bruised and bloody, when he noticed the figure, ginger hair standing out against the dark tiles of the Great Hall floor. He broke into a sprint, weaving in and out of people until he reached the spot where his brother lay. He was the first to reach him. he had known something was wrong, felt that twin instinct deep inside as he fought the battle.
He dropped to his knees beside his brother's head and the tears flowed down his dirty, blood stained cheeks. Unable to control his sobbing, he sat there, stroking Fred's hair.
Slowly, the remainder of his family joine
The Sum of Some PartsYou're razorblade kissesThe Sum of Some Parts6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and cyanide smiles
and all the mean little parts of me
that I keep trying to destroy.
You're the scratch in the throat
and the grit in the eyes
and the old burn that doesn't heal
no matter how much salve you put on it.
You're splinters beneath nails
and knives between ribs
and the rabbit-punch to the gut
that leaves me reeling and gasping for air.
You're the jaw wired shut
and the hands lopped off
and the feet hobbled at the ankles
so I can't run or write or scream.
You're the remnant of my past
and the ghost of my future
and that long-absent companion
I worry will always come back.
You're the one who spoke first
and taught me to hide from light
and to flee to the darkness
because no one ever loved me like you did.
You're the one who kicked me
and cursed me
and said I was nothing
but still never gave me up.
You're the jealous lover
and the tyrant
and the one who hid me away
so no one else could have me.
You're the one who broke my spirit
and made me want to die
Thunderstruck SkullsMy spine twists like peeled bamboo;Thunderstruck Skulls7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am strong but not strong enough
when you come with serrated words
and lion-paws to maul my back.
Look at me, for the love
of God look at me, you say
But I don't believe in God.
How dare you utter love
and God in one breath.
I hate how your laugh echoes against my lips
because that is how you make me watch.
I cry as your fingers drip over her cheek;
You're telling her bedtime stories now
and all the while I inhale word for word
dissolving into a ghost and wishing
I was back underneath your skin.
Your raccoon pores and two-day-old cigarette smoke,
is the only place I've called home;
I don't want to go back. I can't go back.
The rest of my bones are twisting now
I am strong but not strong enough
to learn how to run.
Same Heart, Different ChestThe silence in his armsSame Heart, Different Chest5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
spoke all the words
between a thousand years
He told me:
"You could not have forgotten my face."
I am spray painting black doves
on the bellies of his walls,
but his walls were made of paper.
They folded and withered
as paint kissed cardboard barriers;
sleep would have taken me
if invisible entities
didn't pry my eyes awake.
In return, he made the galaxies
churning in my lungs rearrange,
and sideswipe into my heart.
Sixty-four years is too long
for anyone to hold their breath.
Sadomasochist-possessionsI'm in your possession ,Sadomasochist-possessions4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
in your personal collection,
a toy for your amusement,
another night with no attachment,
there is no better feeling,
than feeding off my feelings
i guess that's what you get,
when you've forgotten how to forget.
I'm giving my devotion
to all of my emotions,
you play me like an instrument,
made me a complete embarrassment,
Its just another tale of a masochist
who fell in love with a beautiful sadist,
Its the simplest thing in the world,
just remember inside you're dead and cold.
Despicable DaysDespicable DaysDespicable Days5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summary: Gru attempts to fill his role as a father while the girls settle into their permanent family. However, with a Super Villain father and three girls with wildly independent spirits, no task is simple and no day is boring. Chapter 1: It's Margo, Edith and Agnes's first day of school.
Despicable Me was so cute! I've been waiting for the movie to come out for a long time and I wasn't disappointed! I haven't been able to find a Despicable Me fic so I decided to make my own! This isn't exactly a day-by-day massive fic. It's more like a collection of one-shots (some of which are going to be pretty long) that all have to do with the Gru's new family after the movie. I also want to encourage others to write some Despicable Me fanfiction!
I wasn't going to write in Gru's accent at first, but the dialogue seemed to be lacking something so I had to put it in. So, just go with me on the spelling, it's not technically correct, but I hope it will make the story feel more r
AnesidoraWisps of inhumanity carve out spiteful words into my earthen insides; carefully clawing to the top of my neck. My seal is mangled and unkempt but it withholds the travesties that lie within and, for that, I am grateful. Her inquisitive eyes pry at my seams then pluck at them like petals; for now she is content to guess. To wonder, to crave of what lies inside--an ill-fated gift placed into cruel and longing palms.Anesidora6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I struggle to cry out to her, as trembling and naïve hands manage to place fragile fingertips upon my surface, No, Pandora! Don't!
Origami DependenceWe've paved our relationship with molten brick;Origami Dependence6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
then tied our fingers against thunderstruck trees
while prudent street dogs spat selfish lyrics
and served lightly-salted soliloquies.
I cried starshine into your emerald arms,
so you could become the meaningful whisper I'll never hear.
I fell for faithless, plastic charms
in rooms that smelled like smoke, white oak and beer.
Our hearts became rocket ships tied to ribbons,
one crawling on an overstuffed belly; always too far behind
like the sons and daughters of Elias Fitzgibbons
who said we would wed us on Tuesday, that holy bind.
Wicked felt-tipped pens, forging "I love yous."
were like deadswept petals of blueish hues.
Sadistic PleasuresHunt me, Trap me,Sadistic Pleasures8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tie up my hands,
Threaten me, Torture me,
Until I obey your demands,
Hurt me oh please,
Make me feel pain,
Beat me like hell,
Then beat me again!
Scare me, harm me,
Force me to cry,
Use me, Abuse me,
Dont give me a reason why,
Violate me, shame me,
Then do it some more!
Make me feel hate,
Like never before,
Educate me, Discipline me,
With a Nazi regime,
Pain me, Dont stop,
Till I can no longer scream,
Promise to kill me,
Make me long for death,
Damage my body,
Till it hurts to draw breath,
Lash me, Whip me,
Make my flesh bleed,
This is the feeling, The rush,
I so desperately need.
Massacre me, Mutilate me,
Till I can barely survive,
Then leave me to die,
So I can truly feel alive.
Spectre for November.Im missing you, I heard myself say. I was sure she wouldnt hear me. I was invisible to her and I felt myself fade in and out of her reality.Spectre for November.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She shivered with the morning cold. Had I physical hands, I would have covered her with fallen and cast aside sheets.
She lazily rose from bed, the pale gloom of Autumn flooding through open blinds and making her skin shine radiantly, beautifully, vividly with a curious opalescence. Her face set in an immediate frown as she took a crystallized moment to look at a bedside photo. Us.
I grew sad, also. Spectres arent supposed to feel such things so genuinely, but I did. Remorse, heavy and breathtaking, has a taste. Its something you cant describe, but you just know it.
She went into the kitchen of her apartment and got out a bowl, a spoon, milk, and cereal. Weighted steps brought her shapely form to the window, where a chair was drawn. Her eyes, unfocused and distant, fixated themselves upon a spot in the hor
leave a message after the beepit hurts more than anything in the world being a sugical doctor, md.leave a message after the beep7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pass me the scapel. i cut you open, you are okay with this -- in fact, you asked for no anasthesia
"i want to never let you leave my eyes"
"even if it hurts?"
"even if i die on this cold table here"
everything is smooth; you bleed, just like everyone else. we are no different than the butterflies
the bats, or the bees
your eyes are subtle and as beautiful as ever.
you are obviously in need of medication, and trying your hardest not to let it show,
but your smile is like a new belt buckle. anyway.
"anything at all?"
mono-syllabic. i almost cry.
the monitors are all singing their swansongs, telling me how you are a liar
a dirty, tricksy liar
joker! you clown, you drop-dead gorgeous mockery
your lips pale, but only subtly, and all the colour in your body has been steadily moving to your eyes
you are a black and
You're Beautiful - Ch. 2Avatar: The Last AirbenderYou're Beautiful - Ch. 29 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
- - -
Chapter 2: Young Love
The Next Morning
Katara stirred slightly on the bedding, moaning softly as she slowly began to wake. Her dreams had been rather pleasant that night, and shed slept comfortably, more so than any previous night since arriving in Ba Sing Se. The young waterbenders eyes fluttered sheepishly as she returned to reality, the early morning sunlight creeping in through the window and illuminating the room in a faint, soothing twilight.
As her eyelids parted and she regained awareness of her senses, she felt a gentle warmth radiating through her nightgown, cradled in her arms and nestled closely up against her. A smile slowly worked its way across her face as she tightened her embrace on the young earthbender, snuggling up against her and feeling the girls dark hair tickle her nose as the memories of the night before replayed in her mind. It had started simply enough, with
From Masochist To SadistYeah, I enjoy the pain,From Masochist To Sadist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just push me and prod me,
throw me to the ground,
I don't mind being pushed around.
Yeah, I'm a masochist,
just slice through my skin,
cut through my heart,
just tear me apart.
Yeah, I love to be hurt,
just kiss me then hit me,
wrap your arms around my waist,
then smash in my face.
there was always that something about you,
You captivated me,
I let you lead me on,
Hoping you'd fall,
right into my trap.
you played with my heart,
and little boys shouldn't play,
with dangerous weapons.
saving hope.tangled within heaven's gilded lies,saving hope.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you sleep choking on the decay of
a thousand perfumed promises
you are a wildfire: something crazed,
something feral, something dying
slowly with every poisoned breath
you are dissolving as fast as you're
forming, leaving silt and cells strewn
haphazardly in your saltwater wake
you are a supernova: igniting the skies,
setting the constellations aflame with
the final beat of your unruly heart
oh, and i am nothing more than a
simple maiden wading into the
murky waters of your destruction
i am nothing more than a foolish
girl attempting to sing hymns that
will lull your demons to sleep
you see, i am trusting i have the
strength to hold your continents
together when i am falling apart
i am hoping i have the faith
to keep your soul from eroding
when i am frayed and fading
i am closing my eyes, opening my heart and
i am praying i can save you from yourself
i am praying i can save you
i am praying
i am praying
Twilight EssayTwilight is not as important as you think it is.Twilight Essay7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
You know, I could say that and be done with this rant right now. However, its me and well, I actually like to prove my point. I have facts, unlike most who only rant about nonesense. Lets talk about the major problems: Mary Sueness, Cliches, and Grammatical Errors.
Bella is a Mary Sue
No shes not!! Youre wrong!! Youre just jealous cause you arent pretty like her!!11!!!one
Hmm you know, that might work if I didnt know what else to say or have anything to back me up. Lets just see what the dictionary has to say, shall we? (Please note though that the definition of a Mary Sue does vary and has become "muddied".)
A Mary Sue (sometimes just Sue), in literary criticism and particularly in fanfiction, is a fictional character with overly idealized and hackneyed mannerisms, lacking noteworthy flaws, and primarily functioning as wish-fulfillment fantasies for thei
My Pretty Little MasochistMy pretty little masochistMy Pretty Little Masochist6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never learned the method of duck & run.
She stays where she is
Getting battered to pieces,
Hiding her scars & insisting it's fun.
My pretty little masochist
Won't let me protect her
From my self destructive ways.
She prefers to stay and fight for the mess of me.
Stubborn to the point
Of being irresistibly adorable,
She swears she's strong & not so easily broken
But we both worry when we see
The reflected pain of my own bad decisions,
Staring back at me.
My pretty little masochist
Is never ending patience & a world of understanding
As my broken heart orbits around her.
I pull her emotions along with mine
Like the moon pulls the tide
But she never complains
Of the pain that splashes on to her from me.
My pretty little masochist
Is dragon's logic & dragon's strength
Always protecting others fiercely.
But she told me once the secret
Of her dragon scales
Is construction paper & glitter glue
& never letting anyone close enough to notice
Who's Sick?Muffled criesWho's Sick?5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
She screamed in whispers
She searched for light
"You're sick, my dear," He whispered, "And so I've brought you here.
I've come to slay your demons and chase away your fears."
She struggles against her binds
She chokes on nothing
"Oh, how I've waited, my sweet," He whispers, "For the day we would finally meet.
I'll protect you. They can no longer hurt you with their cruelty and deceit."
She surrenders the fight
She falls into the black
Can't he see
"I live for you."
Can't you see
"I love you."
Could it be
"I'd die for you."
She can't see
And in the end
He lived for you
Are you watching?
Affliction of GravityWe were spinning in a violent orbit,Affliction of Gravity6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fragments against a time continuum,
with the shock signals of past events
coursing through our brain waves
and hovering away into unwanted space.
Your spiral fingers clutched twenty-two street lights,
coalescing them into supernovae
to gather their unseen veils of jade.
Our feet, skittering across the worn concrete,
were blazing a new trail of the universe.
The pale glass panels of the skyscrapers
showered down small meteorites,
illumination for our blind and careless eyes.
We'd point to buildings that grazed each star
off sideways perches made from skeleton clouds;
then I'd trill my laugh off sidewalk chalk.
I wanted our love to be like a hurricane on Neptune,
fiercer than Earths fizzing clouds
but dim enough so Galileo only pauses for us.
You wanted our love to be a shooting constellation,
furious and wild at the surface, brightly ablaze
until the gases stopped billowing, the spark diminishing.
There would be no trace of us left on the map.
The WindowOutside the window of the tiny classroom, the mountains rose, green, proud, and tall, covering the view of the dancing sea. The sky brought a sea of its own, with clouds in numbers that rivaled the trees of the land and the waves of the sea. To anyone who looked out of this window, it was merely an appealing landscape. But she was different.The Window8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She could see what was really happening. They didnt believe her, telling her she was a young adult now, and that meant she shouldnt let her imagination interrupt daily activities; she ignored these close-minded people and their scoffing words. Her one and only friend was herself, a fact that she did not mind. Besides, she did have friends, but they werent human. They existed through the window of the classroom.
Today, the clouds were dark and gray, casting a shadow of gloom over the trees. In the distance, she could hear the sea crying. Today, the world was sad, and they shared their all-too-human emotions with the girl watching t
Chapter: TonksChapter: Tonks5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Kind Of Human Wreckage That You Love
Tonks watched pieces of the poor, discarded burger he had fall from his greasy lips as he chewed noisily. He'd not really bought this burger. In fact, he'd simply found this burger, lying there in all its' discarded greasiness.
He was perched atop of a trash bag inside the dumpster outside of Burger Place. If you hadn't guessed it already, it was a burger place. One that Tonks was fond of. They threw out so much perfectly good burger related food.
Carefully, he licked the juices off his fingers after finishing hisliterally, junk food. He was in the mood for hamburgers today. He asked Ace to grill some up, but he only got snapped at. Ace was a dang good cook - but he didn't make Burger Place burgers. No-one made them quite as good as Burger Place.
With all the grace of a blindfolded new-born giraffe on ice; the bloated, dirty, pale-haired, dead boy slipped out of the dumpster. He wiped the grease from his face off with his sle
If I had You: Ch. 12Adam stopped in the lobby and stretched calmly, releasing a sigh and wrapping his arm around my blanket-covered waist. He looked off to the side of the warm lobby to find Lisa, Longineu, and Monté sitting together by a lit fireplace, drinking coffee and laughing. Lisa stopped chatting as she heard Adam's bare feet padding along the wooden floors, and mine trailing behind softly. A suggestive smile made its way to her face and she chuckled softly, pointing towards Adam and me with her chin.If I had You: Ch. 126 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mornin', Adam, Tommy." She smirked. "You had fun last night, didn'tcha?" she and the guys began to giggle, and I swallowed hard. Oh shit
"Whaddya mean?" Adam yawned again.
"Don't hide it, Glambert," Monté chuckled and said in a mocking tone. "We all know what you did last night, Lambert, Ratliff." His shifted between the two of us.
I could feel my face turning redder and redder.
If I Had You: Ch. 11A snowy ray of sunshine entered the room of the Outsider's Inn through a crack in the curtains. Natural, snowy light was a gorgeous way to wake up. I took in a deep breath, the scent of cologne floating in the air around me, causing me to remember that Adam and I were sharing a room. The cologne was soothing, but I couldn't quite place my finger on what it was.If I Had You: Ch. 116 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I remember falling asleep with my back to him, so I must've shifted in the night, for I was facing him with my face cuddled to his chest. I smiled at him, breathing in the cologne again, and contemplating whether or not to stay in his warm arms or get up and see how snowed in we were.
Being the idiot I sometimes am, I went with option two, and twisted myself out of Adam's arms. With every move I made, stinging pains shot throughout my lower back, going to my thighs. "Damnit." I whispered, falling back onto the bed, the horrible feeling rushing through my muscles practically killing me. I was tired as hell still, so the pain wasn